“I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway. I wanted to kiss you, rumple your hair, rest three fingertips on your hip bone warm and smooth, wake you that way or hush you back to sleep.” WayKindWantedTurnsThreeNamesSleepHalfWatchesForeverHairKissingWake UpWarmBonesHipsSmoothFingertipsHushBeside YouWakes You Author:Daniel Handler
“Don't pressure yourself to target a market. Hit the mark instead. Pay homage to your own connection. Quantity flocks to quality and quality comes from purity. Purity wails. Integrity taps a nerve. Inspiration slips beneath the skin of yoru skin and turns disinterested strangers into warm-bodied kin.” InspirationTurnsPayQualityIntegrityConnectionsSkinsMarkPressureStrangerWarmPurityTargetNervesSlipsQuantityFlocksHomageDisinterested Book:This Time I Dance!: Trusting the Journey of Creating the Work You Love Source: This Time I Dance!: Trusting the Journey of Creating the Work You Love
“You and I have formerly seen warm debates and high political passions. But gentlemen of different politics would then speak to each other and separate the business of the Senate from that of society. It is not so now. Men who have been intimate all their lives, cross the streets to avoid meeting, and turn their heads another way, lest they should be obliged to touch their hats. This may do for young men with whom passion is enjoyment. But it is afflicting to peaceable minds. Tranquility is the old man's milk.” MenWayShouldMindMayHas BeensDifferentYoungPoliticalTurnsPassionSpeakStreetsCrossesMeetingsWarmDebateYoung ManIntimateGentlemanEnjoymentHatsOld ManMilkSenateTranquilityAnother WayObliged Author:Thomas Jefferson
“Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system. Snow settles in the liver. The bowels grow thick with humidity. Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs. The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.” HeartKindDoeTurnsGrowsGriefRainWarmSnowWeatherIceSettlingStomachCandleThickLungsTemperatureMistFrostLiverBeaconsLighthouseArteriesBowelsHumidity Book:Nocturne: A Play Source: Nocturne: A Play
“A composition which dazzles at first sight by gaudy epithets, or brilliant turns or expression, or glittering trains of imagery, may fade gradually from the mind, leaving no enduring impression; but words which flow fresh and warm from a full heart, and which are instinct with the life and breath of human feeling, pass into household memories, and partake of the immortality of the affections from which they spring.” MindFirstsHumansHeartMayFeelingsTurnsMemoriesStyleExpressionSpringFlowSightBreathsTrainInstinctEndureLeavingAffectionWarmBrilliantImpressionImmortalityFadesHouseholdCompositionImageryDazzleGaudyEpithetFull Hearts Book:Essays and Reviews Source: Essays and Reviews